LEAVE ME
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Cannon shots fired from nearby range
Struck and felled the mainsail mast
Whiskey numbs but does not pain
Stop the fevered wound from last
Bleeding edges outward crimson flow
From the candle the flame estrange
Captured lies the wordsmith chained
Wherefore can or will the poet go
Lamed and bleeding the ship on shoal
Hobbled cannot find the sacred flow
The glass of wine has no taste
The rum taken up in haste
Staggers only an empty boat
Wounded, drowning cannot stay afloat
Signal fires wet cannot smoke
And silence heard loud birthed proclaimed,
Leave me. 9/13/12
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 
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